Sorry, folks, I'm going to have to bow out. Came home from PaizoCon with a bunch of new freelance work, and I'll be focusing on that for the foreseeable future. Best of luck!
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Quorthos listens quietly to the tales told by the newcomers. He accepts Corvin's passed flask, savoring the flavor of the liquor. When Weiss seems to change from the Divine Their Eon to Weiss, Quorthos perks up with interest. His father had told him of such cases, of divinity or madness, he knew not. Still, the pair seemed competant and motivated, and thus would be useful in the coming weeks. After listening to the Seneschal's story, a worried frown creeps onto Quorthos' face. An evil despot he was prepared for, in fact needed, so that someone could be amde to pay for everything that had happened. He hated the Queen, and wanted to see her dead. But this news raised the possibility that the Queen was merely a puppet, a vessel, for an evil entity from the ancient past. Almost to himself, he raises his eyebrow as he sees the similarity between this possibility and Weiss' tale of "divinity". Regardless of the source, she must be stopped!" Quorthos interjects, not realizing he has said it out loud. "We must travel to the Shoanti, both to learn of this ancient evil, and to raise an army. The Queen must pay for what she has done!"
Quorthos stays silent, letting the others draw conclusions. "Let's just say, I called in a favor," he states afterwards.
Hey folks, I am going to be out lnger than I thought - until this weekend. Sorry, go ahead and bot Quorthos. I will check in when I can and then get abck to regular posting. Thanks,
Quorthos snaps himself out of his reverie when the nobles offer such a generous gift. "I promise you, sir... we shall do this. And when Korvosa is again free, I hope you will return to our fair city, in peace." He spends the rest of the trip in silence, thinking of friends who are no longer with them. The anger within him smolders, and he looks forward to the time when it can be released.
Hi folks, I'm here, but won't be able to check in until the weekend - big work events. Feel free to bot me!
Quorthos looks up at the other noble's approach. "Greetings, Lord. My name is Quorthos," he says as he stands, nodding in the barest imitation of a bow. [b]"It's a cold night to be camping - not happy with the weather in Korvosa of late?" he asks, deadpan.
Quorthos nods to the new folks, and then walks over to the fire. "Getting the fire going?" he asks the boy. "Here, I'll give you a hand." He proceeds to give the kid a lesson in how to start a fire.
Sorry, Corven, feel better soon. I recommend scotch as a germ-killer.
Take care, GM SN! Feel better first, and congrats on the new place!
Quorthos smirks to himself. We do kind of stick out... "Greetings, my lord. My name is Quorthos." He offers his hand to the noble, and to any of the guardsmen close enough. He waits warily to see what the noble does.
"Hmm... hopefully they aren't allies of the Queen," Quorthos mutters, eyeing the ballista. He stands by Tural, trying to look as friendly as a tiefling can to Korvosans. He whispers to the Seneschal, "You'd best stay out of sight until we see what is what." Out loud, he calls out after Tural's words. "Yes, perhaps there is gerater safety in numbers in these troubled times."
Quorthos takes solace in a warm cup of tea. He ruminates on Azis' words.
Before retiring, Quorthos will sit and examine Baer's pyre of the staff lord, using detect magic to make sure he has all of the command words, and using one of his spells to recharge it if needed . "We should get some rest, we'll need to be leaving early tomorrow morning. Thank you again, Asiz, for your aid.
"Thank you, again, for your hospitality," Quorthos tells Tural's father. He thinks about his own father, hoping he is safe.
"Valid point, Tural... we'd need to raise an army to take back Korvosa. Will we find that army in the Cinderlands? I'm not sure the Shoanti would help us do that. Well, they might want to take Korvosa, but not to save it." "It just feels wrong to leave, when the city needs heroes the most. But I don't know what else to do that has a chance of success." Quorthos looks for a rock or something to kick in frustration.
Quorthos listens grimly to the Seneschal's story. "My first instinct is to just remove this Crown from the picture... surely the Castle isn't impregnable. Leaving the city would leave too many people at risk while we traipse all over the Storval Plateau looking for the right barbarian to talk to. Quorthos shakes his head. "I'm not overly concerned with saving the Queen. I'm concerned with saving Korvosa FROM the Queen. Do we need this information to defeat her, or to save her? If it's the latter, then I don't think it is worth the time. " He pauses. "If we must go, we must... but only if it is absolutely necessary."
"I didn't know Baer as long as either of you, but we formed a close friendship, I think," Quorthos joins in. "I'd like to join you in that drink. It's still not... quite real, you know?" ... and what price will I be paying for those wishes? I wonder if I'll see it coming?
Welcome aboard, Corven and Weiss!
"Farewell, Baer," Quorthos mumbles as he fights back tears. He helps fill in the grave, and makes sure he notes the location so after this is all over, she can be buried in a marked grave. Afterwards, Quorthos asks the Seneschal to recount everything, and find out what the formal process should be to depose the Queen.
from Baer's gear, I'd be interested in the staff of the pyre lord if no one else wants it - would give me a bit more punch from range.
Quorthos wishes Imoya well on his journies, wherever they might lead. "Now... we have a body to bury," he reminds everyone.
I could go either way. Mavor is a pretty serious damage dealer, and I can certainly start skewing my spells and feats towards blasting if need be. For me, it's more important that the character fits the story - we're fighting a guerilla war revolution at this point, and not nuking the site from orbit. (Although, we'll see what Book 4 brings...)
Welcome back! I'm ready to pick back up when you are. Are we continuing with four, or are we recruiting?
Happy Winter Solstice festival to all! See you in 2018.
That's great, thanks! Geez, that was a killer series of encounters. I really felt stretched beyond my resources. Gonna have to work on that! GM SN, I do notice that I still haven't cashed in my Royal Writ worth 5,000gp...is that something that is still possible? I put it in a silly place on my sheet, and then forgot about it.
"We have enough charges," Quorthos responds. Using the wand, he proceeds to make everyone and the boat invisible. "Let's go. We should get back to our hidey hole and collect everything before we head anywhere else."
"Let's avoid any entanglements," Quorthos suggests. "Imoya, you still have that wand of invisibility I lent you?
Level 10: +1 level of arcanist (occultist)
Cool! I'll have to think a bit about where to take Quorthos next.
Quorthos ignores Vencarlo's words, still not ready to share blame for Baer's death. "Let's head towards Tural's place as a start, and see what happens from there," he agrees, not wanting to slow the escape with any debate.
Snowball was the best spell in the game by too much anyway... ranged touch shocking grasp that also imposes a condition *and* avoids spell resistance. But yeah, a change mid-stream would mess with your spell load out. I don't know what I'd replace it with as a first-level spell, or as an SR-defeater.
Quorthos stands there, somewhat surprised to have survived. At the mention of Blackjack, his eyes narrow. "Right... we still have Blackjack to deal with," he mutters. "To be honest, I don't care what happens to him any more. It's his fault that Baer is dead. But we do need to get the Seneschal to a safe location. Any ideas?"
Quorthos doesn't resist, but he is uncertain about the rakshasha's motives.
"Very well, as long as you do nothing which makes you an enemy of Korvosa, we will keep your secret," Quorthos responds, truthfully. But if you become a threat to the city's innocents, all bets are off...
Quorthos closes his eyes in relief as the rakshasha falls. He turns to face Melyia, nodding to her. "Congratulations on your promotion," he states flatly, still not sure this is a great idea, but unable to do much about it.
The foo lion descends to keep Glorio near the ground and uses its stony defense ability to negate some of the damage, and then attacks again with claws and teeth.
Quorthos moves in to flank with the foo lion, drawing his dagger and stabbing the beast.
Quorthos lets his held charge fade away, and hurls a dagger at Glorio to take advantage of Mavor's distraction.
Meanwhile, the foo lion tries to bull rush Glorio lower.
"Imoya, do something... anything! We'll wear him down. Throw a rock if you have to!"
The foo lion continues its foo-y assault.
Quorthos tries to deliver his spell yet again.
The foo lion continues to swat at Glorio.
Quorthos reaches in again and smacks the rakshasha upside the head.
The foo lion moves overtop of Glorio and continues to attack.
Quorthos casts shocking grasp, steps in and smacks Glorio, using an arcane point to increase his CL by 1.
Quorthos' foo lion pounces down at Glorio.
Meanwhile, Quorthos releases another electrical lance.
Quorthos smiles at the rakshasha as his arcane burst hits home. "Hmm, that ugly fur isn't proof against everything, is it?" He unleashes another electrical lance, while the foo lion moves to flank with Mavor as needed and continues to hope for a natural 20.
The foo lion charges and pounces at Glorio.
Quorthos sends another electrical lance at Glorio, moving to provide a clear shot.
Quorthos takes a cue from Imoya, and unleashes a blast of electricty at Glorio.
The foo lion pursues as well, moving to remain higher than Glorio.
The foo lion continues to attack Glorio.
"Shift to your left!" Quorthos shouts at it, and then casts magic missile at the rakshasha.
Tural - Round 2
Seeing his hex took full effect, Tural invokes another one, targeting saves with evil eye. (-4 to all saves for 9 rounds; Will DC 19 reduces it to 1 round.)
Round 2
Meanwhile, the flying foo lion attacks Glorio with fury.
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